But the heart has its own memory and I have forgotten nothing.
Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy.
Idleness is fatal only to the mediocre.
A man is more a man through the things he keeps to himself than through those he says.
I would like to be able to breathe— to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely.
Culture: the cry of men in face of their destiny.
Don’t believe your friends when they ask you to be honest with them. All they really want is to be maintained in the good opinion they have of themselves.
Methods of thought which claim to give the lead to our world in the name of revolution have become, in reality, ideologies of consent and not of rebellion.
There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.
How can sincerity be a condition of friendship? A taste for truth at any cost is a passion which spares nothing.
Too many have dispensed with generosity in order to practice charity.
There will be no lasting peace either in the heart of individuals or in social customs until death is outlawed.
I would rather live my life as if there is a god and die to find out there isn’t, than live my life as if there isn’t and die to find out there is.
I rebel; therefore I exist.
There is scarcely any passion without struggle.
Since we’re all going to die, it’s obvious that when and how don’t matter.
Men are never really willing to die except for the sake of freedom: therefore they do not believe in dying completely.
Some people talk in their sleep. Lecturers talk while other people sleep.
Man is an idea, and a precious small idea once he turns his back on love.
Your successes and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them.
Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.
I was born poor and without religion, under a happy sky, feeling harmony, not hostility, in nature. I began not by feeling torn, but in plenitude.
A free press can, of course, be good or bad, but, most certainly without freedom, the press will never be anything but bad.
Without freedom, no art; art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.
I had only a little time left and I didn’t want to waste it on God.
I don’t want to be a genius – I have enough problems just trying to be a man.
Without work, all life goes rotten. But when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.
He who despairs of the human condition is a coward, but he who has hope for it is a fool.
Alas, after a certain age every man is responsible for his face.
To know oneself, one should assert oneself.
Only a philosophy of eternity, in the world today, could justify non-violence.
I should like to be able to love my country and still love justice.
Man is always prey to his truths. Once he has admitted them, he cannot free himself from them.
I do not believe in God and I am not an atheist.
Charm is a way of getting the answer ‘Yes’ without asking a clear question.
Real nobility is based on scorn, courage, and profound indifference.
I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.
The modern mind is in complete disarray. Knowledge has stretched itself to the point where neither the world nor our intelligence can find any foot-hold. It is a fact that we are suffering from nihilism.
Integrity has no need of rules.
I have no idea what’s awaiting me, or what will happen when this all ends. For the moment I know this: there are sick people and they need curing.
Nothing in life is worth, turning your back on, if you love it.
You cannot create experience. You must undergo it.
Do not wait for the last judgment. It comes every day.
When you have really exhausted an experience you always reverence and love it.
Every revolutionary ends up either by becoming an oppressor or a heretic.
Every great work makes the human face more admirable and richer, and that is its whole secret.
I used to advertise my loyalty and I don’t believe there is a single person I loved that I didn’t eventually betray.
I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?
When I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears.